Extra: The God of Fate and the Goddess of Beauty (Middle)

After a very long time, the God of Fate, who still couldn't find any clue, finally tasted the unfamiliar and unbearable feeling for the first time.

--defeat.

Throughout his divine life, from birth until now, he had never experienced this emotion.

The God of Fate decided to meet this Goddess of Beauty.

When they first met, the God of Fate stood before the Goddess of Beauty and asked directly and decisively:

"In Fate, you shouldn't be in charge of power. Goddess of Beauty, what have you done?"

He asked quite directly.

The Goddess of Beauty, who had never been questioned in such a tone before, completely ignored him.

As fellow Gods, he was not inferior to the other.

Not to mention.

The Goddess of Beauty looked down at her long, slender hand, which seemed to be brimming with explosive power. A smirk played on her lips, and a thought flashed through her mind:

This guy, I could probably knock him flying with one punch.

The Goddess of Beauty, who would never wrong herself, wouldn't even bother to say a word, and would simply raise her hand and deliver a punch.

That punch, though not particularly heavy, sent the God of Fate flying.

After finishing, the Goddess of Beauty didn't even bother to look at him again and turned away.

And so the God of Fate lay on his back at the bottom of the pit, his clothes disheveled, staring blankly at the sky.

Only one thought kept replaying in my mind.

Why did he hit me?

This problem is like a tiny thorn, stuck in the heart of God of Fate, and can't be pulled out no matter what.

He searched through the long scroll of Fate, examining every predetermined path, but could not find a single clue to explain the origin of that punch.

So, during his second meeting with the other party, he didn't ask the same question as before, but instead asked:

Why did you hit me before?

Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Beauty paused for a rare moment.

In all his long life, he had never been asked such a question so seriously by any Gods.

That's novel.

The Goddess of Beauty looked into the other's eyes, which were filled with confusion, and suddenly found it somewhat interesting.

So he tilted his head slightly and said, "Because I want to fight."

Having said that, he curled his lips into a smile, eager to see what kind of interesting reaction this dull-witted God of Fate would have this time.

The God of Fate nodded, having received the answer.

I see.

Because they can fight whenever they want.

Having learned the answer to that question, the God of Fate asked the original question again.

This time, the Goddess of Beauty still ignored him and slapped him away. He relied on his own power, yet this God of Fate kept provoking him, even trying to make him a weak Gods.

On what grounds?

Is it simply because he is the God of Fate?

Then he'll smash Fate away.

Lying at the bottom of the pit again, the God of Fate covered his face; this time, the force seemed even greater than before.

He felt as if his divine body was about to shatter.

After countless attempts, the God of Fate finally learned his lesson.

Before each trip to see the Goddess of Beauty, he would peek into Fate. After witnessing himself being beaten up once again, the God of Fate silently swallowed the question that was on the tip of her tongue.

Since asking face-to-face is bound to be a dead end, then I won't ask.

He looked it up himself.

The God of Fate has begun to secretly peruse the Fate of the Goddess of Beauty.

He carefully examined every aspect of the Goddess of Beauty from her birth to the present, looking at it over and over again, but found absolutely nothing suspicious.

Everything the Goddess of Beauty did was open, honest, and aboveboard.

On the contrary, the more he looked at this Goddess of Beauty, the more he felt that she was actually... quite admirable.

She is straightforward and never compromises her own principles.

He's decisive in his actions, and even the way he punches someone has a pleasing aesthetic quality...

Many years have passed by unnoticed.

Until one day, the God of Fate suddenly discovered something.

His gaze seemed unable to leave the Goddess of Beauty.

He would unconsciously pay attention to where the other person went that day, who they met, and what they said.

When he sees that the other person is in a good mood, the corners of his mouth will also turn up slightly.

Seeing the other person encounter some minor troubles, he would feel a strange sense of anxiety.

Even more outrageous, he began to take the initiative to help the Goddess of Beauty avoid some unfortunate Fate and prevent her from suffering some minor or major disasters.

The God of Fate knows better than anyone how serious this matter is.

But after thinking it over and over, he finally came up with a seemingly perfect reason for himself.

Even if he doesn't help the other side, other gods will help the Goddess of Beauty. Rather than letting those guys benefit, it's better for him to do it.

Besides, he had already spied on his own Fate before, which was already a violation of the rules. Now, it was just a matter of committing a few more violations, nothing serious.

The saying "when you have a lot of lice, you don't feel itchy" couldn't be more apt for him.

By the time the God of Fate finally realized he had fallen for the Goddess of Beauty, a very, very long time had passed since that first punch.

Meanwhile, the Goddess of Beauty has suddenly found herself surrounded by many suitors.

They were all incredibly attentive, and their eyes were fixed intently on the Goddess of Beauty.

Every time the God of Fate saw it, he found it particularly irritating and felt an indescribable annoyance.

He thought these guys must have too much free time.

So, the God of Fate began to give those suitors something to do.

He did these things discreetly, his methods becoming increasingly sophisticated, and his cunning growing ever more profound. Sometimes, even he himself found it somewhat unbelievable when he occasionally looked back on it.

Before Twilight of the Gods, the God of Fate finally made a decision.

He was going to confess his love to the Goddess of Beauty.

He had already foreseen the outcome before he did it.

He saw the scene of the Goddess of Beauty rejecting him.

But he went anyway.

He stood before the Goddess of Beauty and earnestly revealed all the feelings he had kept hidden for countless years.

Then, the Goddess of Beauty rejected him.

The God of Fate had already seen this outcome countless times in the images of Fate.

But when it actually happened before his eyes, he found himself overwhelmed by an emotion he had never felt before.

That was the first time in his long divine life that he had such a strong, almost naive hope.

--Fate is wrong.

Unfortunately, Fate, though turbulent, never goes wrong.

After Twilight of the Gods, the God of Fate awoke once more and received many messages about the Goddess of Beauty.

The other party was still as dazzling as ever, displaying unparalleled arrogance wherever they went.

The only thing that made the God of Fate somewhat happy was that God of Wine had not yet woken up.

He had disliked this God of Wine for a long time.

The other person was also surrounded by so many gods, yet he still dared to flirt with the Goddess of Beauty!

And most importantly, when he was rejected after confessing his feelings, the other person was right next to the Goddess of Beauty.

The Goddess of Beauty's attention was completely focused on the other person, and she probably didn't even hear what she said.

That wretched God of Wine!

Later, upon learning that God of Wine had awakened, the God of Fates focused their attention on him.

He wanted to keep the other person busy, preferably so they wouldn't have time to get close to the Goddess of Beauty.